2021-02-05T12:54:13-08:00February 7th, 2021|Musings on life|


He was the strong one
the carpenter
the guy with the motorcycle
who built his own cabin
who carried both his daughters
in one arm.

I never saw him after he got sick
after every part of his body
forgot what to do

every part but his mind
held hostage
as a witness
to his own fading

But I will un-fade him.

When I see his daughters
I will tell them
how they used to laugh
when he carried them like that
in one arm.

I will find words
that crack with colour
and I will paint that memory
for them
for him

of how he was the strong one

the day he carried them
in one arm

their laughter
pouring out
like light.

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